I arrived back in Mumbai late last week, emotionally and physically exhausted. Promoting my book had been draining, particularly for someone like me who doesn’t enjoy talking about myself a lot.
Leaving the comfort and familiarity of my parents’ home and my childhood bedroom was especially difficult this time. I cried more than I ever have. Even though I’m an adult, I really don’t feel like it sometimes. Sometimes, following a non-conformist path in life, with so much uncertainty, away from family and friends is overwhelming.
Yet, as soon as I stepped out of Mumbai airport and was enveloped in the fragrant, moist, warm air my inspiration immediately returned. Mumbai looked green after the monsoon. A huge bunch of flowers from my husband waited for me at home. And, I had a lunch date with a friend from Melbourne at the newly opened Out of the Blue restaurant in Powai. She often comes to India to visit her Indian boyfriend, and our lives have turned into a surreal series of meetings in both Melbourne and Mumbai. We drank wine, talked and laughed.
It’s interesting how life often moves in cycles.
When I was back in Melbourne to attend interviews and other events, I found that my publisher had booked me into the hotel directly opposite the building I first worked in. Not only that, my room was just one floor below the floor that my office had been on. I remembered how my colleagues and I used to look in amusement out our windows at the hotel guests in their rooms, who were totally unaware that we could see them. This time around, I was one of the hotel guests. I could catch glimpses of desks, with paperwork stacked high, and felt so thankful that none of them were mine.
Life really is an amazing journey. Let’s see what it brings next!
Photo: Happy Friends.
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